Evanston Teen Poetry* March 28, 2008

 

My Interesting Eyes

My interesting eyes are like

the moon and sun mixed together.

Half of my eye is bright

the other side of my eye is dark.

In the morning they match

my clothes and breakfast.

At night they match

with my pjs and dinner.

Whenever the lights are off,

my eyes are like sharks.

When the lights are on,

my eyes are like cat’s eyes.

When I wake up,

it was a dream.

-Alexis J.

New York is My Home

New York is my home it’s where I’m free, when I’m not there it’s like a shell you see

I want to go home yes home that’s my home, I don’t live there that’s for sure I live in Evanston

but that’s not where I’m from

I love the sound of taxicabs it’s so wonderful I’m never sad

I’m one thousand miles away that’s what I say, I tell my Dad it’s just a plane ticket but that’s not the case

I wish I could go home just for the summer so I can smell the sweet New York luster,

you think I’m bluffing just wait and see, this ain’t no type of game to me

I express the best when I’m in my New York dress

I cry, I try, I do what I can, but nothing will help me fulfill my plan.

Who knows how I feel I’m so bottled up here, you just see a face that smiles every day

but do you see me inside when I cry?

You see my laughter the place where I live ain’t no Sherman

It’s New York understand it, don’t ever judge if you don’t know where I’m from

you don’t know my background New York is my home

I try and try and try to be free, to express myself but it’s not that easy

Step in my shoes if you dare I’m telling you now just beware

New York is my home and I can’t get there but you know what? That’s just not fair.

Me happy go lucky Ashley is what you see, but is it really?

But do you really know I’m in a deep hole crowded by pain,

New York is the only place I can be plain and simple me.

-Ashley L.

*This program is partially supported by a grant from the Illinois Arts Council, a state agency.

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